After Becoming a Little |

Wealth and honor do not return to one's hometown, just like walking in brocade clothes at night, this is the truth that everyone understood thousands of years ago.

If it is said that the khaki-colored and wild family members only vaguely speculated about Alia's family background, like the tip of the iceberg, they could glimpse the leopard.

Now that this car was driving, even the most enthusiastic Fourth Uncle subconsciously shut his mouth, showing a somewhat reserved expression.

The fourth aunt rolled her throat, and pulled the hem of the fourth uncle's clothes: "This...is this car belonged to that kind of person, it is that kind."

As she spoke, she raised her finger and pointed to the sky, signaling that there were people above, and dared not say more.

The khaki-colored wild father seemed much calmer. He glanced at the license plate and shook his head: "It's not an official car, it's a two-place license plate...it should be for business."

"Can a businessman drive this kind of car?" The fourth aunt didn't quite believe it. After all, the detached status of this kind of car in the Republic is too well known.

"Sit, not drive." The wild khaki father sighed.

Although he knew that his son and the other party had little hope, now that he saw this car, he knew that there was indeed little hope—not a subjective hope, but an objective hope.

He rubbed his nose, thought for a while, and explained softly: "A businessman can take this kind of car, not only to prove that there are people above him, but also to prove that there are not many people above him... At least in the business world. of."

Alia is not mentally traumatized now, her expression is calm and pure now, she is wearing eye-catching retro-style clothes, the skirt is slightly rippling, with the face of that little fairy, she seems to be a lady who has come across time, she is holding hands In the big sleeves, he bowed slightly to everyone: "What a bother, see you again."

After she finished speaking, she had no intention of chatting any more, and sat in the car gracefully. The maids seemed to have locked the distance, and they opened the car door at hand and sat in almost at the same time. Ran's convoy turned around slowly and drove out towards the other end of the village.

So far, the Relatives Shock Project has completed a closed loop - if the uncle is capable, let his young and self-abased son come to this car!

Although there is a suspicion of bullying, but I have to say that occasionally playing this kind of routine against snobbish villains, Alia really has no psychological pressure.

I, Shark Pepper, went crazy and even dared to fight Captain Dragonfly. What kind of brother are you, Meatball Dragon?

Originally, Aliya also said that she would visit the ancestral hall of the Khaki Wild family today, and offer a stick of incense to the old man.

But Khaki Wild said that the old man did not send his memorial tablet to the ancestral hall, and even his tomb was not placed on the ancestral tomb mountain, but placed in a rather remote place.

So Aliya temporarily revised her plan to visit the ancestral hall—even though the clan ancestral hall is not as closed as it was at the beginning, it is much more open, and it is gentle enough to treat friends and even tourists.

But the ancestral hall of the khaki wild family is not a tourist attraction, and there is no suitable reason. It is hard for so many people to join in the fun.

That is to say, people nowadays are very talkative. If this is an ancestral hall in the feudal period, not to mention outsiders, even their own girls cannot enter. A married woman can write her name into the genealogy and send it to the ancestral hall. Everyone recognized the performance.

If those modern female boxers knew about this, I'm afraid they wouldn't be frying the pot...

The convoy disappeared at the end of the road in the small village, walking the same road as the ambulance, but going to a different place.

"Why did your grandfather choose such a remote corner?" Looking at the obvious rural road scenery around him, Spicy Chicken was a little puzzled: "Shouldn't an existence like him choose a cemetery or a special place that can be admired by future generations?" an honorary burial?"

"...He chose it himself, and I don't know." Khaki shook his head wildly: "Maybe he felt that there was something he didn't do well enough."

The convoy walked forward for half an hour before stopping at a mountain on the side of the road.

This is a strange bend. The overall mountain stretches forward and backward, but there is a bend here, which looks like an L-shaped ninety-degree angle, which is very abrupt.

Li Guang's Small Stewed Chicken Noodles frowned, looked back and forth at the mountain, and subconsciously muttered: "Broken Dragon Vein?"

"Huh? What?" Brother Qiangqiang, a master of metaphysics, noticed the topic of interest, and turned around instantly: "What veins are broken? What dragon veins? Dragon what?"

"..." Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles glanced at him and stopped talking.

"Li Guang, what did you find?" Lianhua squatted down and kept her eye level with Li Guang's small stewed chicken noodles, and asked curiously, "Is there any problem with the terrain here?"

Aliya got out of the car and felt the strange whirlwind here. She only felt that the airflow was deflected due to the mountain terrain, so she couldn't help turning her head towards a place where the whirlwind converged: "Over there...is it your old man's tomb?"

"...Yes." Khaki looked wildly and surprised: "Miss, how do you know?"

They are still at the bottom of the mountain at the moment, they haven't gone up, and they can't see anything from this side.

"Guess." Aliya thought for a while, and finally shook her head: "Your old man is not simple, he may have noticed something, and it is probably one step away...Forget it, it is useless to say that, use what you can The way you understand it, the magnetic field in this place is kind of weird."

Little Aunt Liguang thought for a while, pulled out her sleeves, and released a drone.

The picture on the gossip mirror keeps getting higher and higher, and finally freezes at the point where you can see the whole mountain. Compared with the inconspicuous one on the ground, when you look down in the air, the terrain of the whole mountain is abrupt. Between Xiongqi three points.

"This is a mountain, and the road was artificially opened." Little Aunt Li Guang pointed to the road in front of her: "It has been cut off."

Spicy Chicken Shreds didn't take it seriously: "Isn't it normal to build roads and dig mountains in order to save costs?"

But she touched her chin as she spoke: "Although the road we came here before seems to have deliberately detoured here, and then cut out from the middle of the mountain... This way the cost will not be low, the designer is an idiot, right? "

Brother Qiangqiang leaned over to look at the picture on the gossip mirror, turned his eyes left and right, and suddenly his eyes widened: "This half is like a dragon! The second half is here too, this scattered river is like a dragon's body." Tail, and here—”

"I still have one-stop service." Alia interrupted Brother Qiangqiang, reached out and turned off the screen of the gossip mirror in the hand of little nun Liguang: "Let's go, go up the mountain to worship."

Brother Qiangqiang wanted to take a look again, but the little nun Liguang put away the gossip mirror and the drone obediently, and followed Alia with her short legs.

He blinked, turned his head to stare wildly at the khaki color: "Old Zhuang! You must know something, right?"

"I don't know." Khaki spread his hands wildly: "I don't know how to read Feng Shui, that's metaphysics—you know?"

"...I want to learn, but I don't know where to learn it."

"That's it. Maybe the topography, geography and geology are still scientific to a certain extent, but the dragon veins are just feudal superstition." Khaki pressed his shoulder wildly and comforted: "These are in our Republic. It’s considered middle-class, although it’s not something that’s inferior, but it’s not advocating or promoting it, and it’s almost gone now.”

The so-called Three Religions and Nine Classes also have classifications. The Three Religions Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, and then the Upper Nine Classes—the familiar scholars, farmers, businessmen, and scholars belong to the Upper Nine Classes.

Xiangming can be regarded as the middle class, and monks and nuns are one of them, full of the style of mysterious and strange novels.

There are many sayings about cutting off the dragon veins. In the early years, Li Zicheng, the Chuang Wang, was said to have cut off the dragon veins located in Hengshan, which made him lose his imperial aura. At the same time, he also cut off the dragon veins of Daming with his backhand. The Jurchens outside the customs took advantage of them—their dragon veins were well hidden, and they reaped the benefits of the fisherman.

But these stories are just stories after all. Chuang Wang Li Zicheng did not become emperor because of his own incompetence. The decline of Ming Dynasty is the historical norm of the prosperity and decline of feudal dynasties, and no one can blame others. It is also a natural and man-made disaster, not some dragon vein metaphysics.

Brother Strong seemed to understand, looked at the khaki wild back, finally shrugged, and followed behind them.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the moment these blue star giants of the new generation set foot on the mountain, they almost all vaguely saw the faint phantom that flashed past Alia—a giant that was so huge that it blocked the skylight. Phantom, looking down at the earth from top to bottom.

The pair of vertical pupils are magnificent and without casting, neither sad nor happy, just like the sun and the moon.

There is a strange sound echoing in the ear, like an auditory hallucination——

"Acridine—"

The wind swept across the sky, setting off the grass leaves flying all over the sky. When everyone squinted subconsciously because of the wind and sand, they realized that it was just their own distraction. There was nothing in the sky that looked like a god. The strong wind above was blowing, blocking the sun.

It's right to think about it, how can there be such a weird voice of a god, and acridine—is it cute?

Aliya stood still, her eyelids moved slightly, trying to open her eyes, but only opened a gap and closed them again.

It's just that she was standing at the front, and no one could see the imperceptible golden glow leaking from the gap between her slightly opened eyelids.

With the closing of the eyelids, the little golden light was also restrained again, and after a few seconds, she let out a long breath of foul air and returned to normal.

"I still don't understand why your grandpa chose this place." Spicy Chicken Silk subconsciously folded his arms together: "The wind is so strong, there was no wind before, and after the sun was covered, it suddenly blew up." It's so cold..."

"It's like this in the south." Khaki shook his head wildly: "It sounds like the temperature in the south is higher in winter, but in fact it will still be very cold when the wind blows."

If the cold wind in the north is the sharp light of a sword, then the cold wind in the south is the shadow of a hidden sword, which is also refreshing.

Alia's embroidered cloak was rolled up by the strong wind, and it was hunting behind her. At this moment, everyone passed her back and saw the tomb in front of her—it was an inconspicuous lonely tomb.

Mr. Zhuang's tomb is not too luxuriously decorated, not even the common stone slabs for the cover.

There is only an inconspicuous soil bag and a solitary tombstone. The stone of the tombstone is very ordinary, with mottled gray, and there are slightly green moss marks on it because no one has cleaned it for a while.

The font on the tombstone is relatively individual, with iron painted silver hooks opening and closing. It doesn't look like it was carved by a machine, but the words are very simple.

【Tomb of Zhuang Zhenhao】

Spicy Chicken Blinked, and elbowed Brother Qiangqiang's waist: "How do you pronounce that word?"

"……do not know."

"The sound is the same as Hao, Haotian's Hao." Lianhua pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "Xiaotian Wangji, Haotian Wangji..."

"Uh, what do you mean?" Spicy Chicken Silk scratched his face: "You know I'm just a crooked nut, and I don't know much about the naming allusions of your republic."

"I don't know, but this name is a bit...too domineering." Lianhua's expression was a little subtle.

This name is actually not much different from Long Aotian, but it is more ancient and not so straightforward.

Xiong Potian trotted a few steps to the other side, tilted his head and looked behind the tombstone, and shouted: "There are still words here!"

"Xiaomei! You're so rude!" Lianhua's brows were raised upside down: "Come back soon!"

"It's okay." Khaki waved his hands wildly: "My old man liked children the most before he was alive, so it's okay."

"But Xiaomei is an adult!"

"Eh... this is beyond my knowledge." Khaki smiled wildly and a little helplessly: "But it shouldn't be a problem, right? Anyway, the old man is not a stingy person."

Little Aunt Li Guang walked to the back of the tombstone, and looked at the words written on the back with her head. They were a few lines of poetry——

"The ambition is to eat the meat of the barbarians hungry, laughing and talking about drinking the blood of the Huns thirsty, waiting to start all over again, cleaning up the old mountains and rivers, and facing the sky."

This is Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong"...

There is nothing else on the back of the old man’s tombstone except for this sentence, and the font of this sentence is also different from the name on the front tombstone. Little Taoist Li Guang recognized who wrote it almost instantly——My teacher Ancestor, Baishou Taixuan Lu Yanling!

The khaki color came over wildly: "When the old man was young, he had a good relationship with his aunt. My aunt left him a picture, which was Yue Wumu's Manjianghong... He liked it very much, and it was the only item he asked to be buried with him."

Even the Overlord Spear, he left it to his grandson, but he wanted to take that word away.

Little Taoist nun Liguang came back, bowed her hands respectfully, "Lu Liguang, the poor disciple of Huanxiguan, pay my respects to Master Uncle."

Then she knelt down and earnestly kowtowed three times before getting up and standing aside.

Aliya didn't kneel down, she just sighed: "Bring the wine."

The little Taoist nun Liguang hugged the jar of century-old daughter Hong, thought for a while, but didn't put any wine in it.

"Old man... To be honest, your child is not very good, but fortunately, you have a good grandson. It doesn't count as insulting your family's lintel. With him, I think you can pass on three generations after coming to your family."

As she said that, Aliya slapped the clay seal of the altar of daughter red again, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "The place you chose is actually very interesting, it's a pity... If you were in another world, Maybe we'll have the chance to sit down for a drink, maybe even be rivals."

Then she raised her voice and turned her head towards the crowd: "Don't tell the outside world what you see next."

Spicy Chicken Shredded blinked: "What's the matter? You... wait a minute! Do you want to dig—"

"What are you talking about..." Brother Qiangqiang gave her a hand helplessly: "Miss is not crazy."

"Li Guang, take Tairuo Mountain Sword."

"Yes!"

During the gap between the little nun Liguang taking the sword, Aliya pressed her hands on both sides of the wine jar, and there was a faint heat wave steaming between her palms, distorting the air visible to the naked eye in front of her.

A jar of amber wine jelly melted out of thin air into thick wine mist, swirled out from the jar, and the white mist rolled up like a dragon, and then turned into pattering rain mist and sprinkled down, covering the entire area. area of ​​ten meters.

Everyone didn't know what Alia was doing, but they all fell silent and watched.

After a while, the little Taoist nun Liguang who brought the Mount Tairuo sword looked at the lead sword case in her hand with some embarrassment, and then looked at so many people around her.